Amalie@kua

Looking from a plane, glowing

streets, like spiraling

spider webs

knitted on the elder plains,

out of hope, out of pride.

Crossings of the intertwined veins 

slipping out of eyesight

through windows

and out back doors

in the dark of night

with only the stars as witnesses.

slipping through thick forests

carrying sweet-smelling woven baskets

Snowboarders, wheres your snow?

I believed that beneath the tree, 

the branches' shield protected me.

Blocking out the words, the shouts, the pleas,

of others that were being teased.

Amongst the insects, bugs and all,

In all your sadness and glory

Let me be there

Own the fact I will be here forever

Very much attached to your side

Even when you wish me gone

Your light will always guide my ship